He couldn't help doing so. The moment Marya Morevna had
gone he rushed to the closet, pulled open the door, and looked in--
there hung Koshchei the Deathless, fettered by twelve chains. Then
Koshchei entreated Prince Ivan, saying:

`Have pity upon me and give me to drink! Ten years long
have I been here in torment, neither eating nor drinking; my
throat is utterly dried up.'

The Prince gave him a bucketful of water; he drank it up and
asked for more, saying:

`A single bucket of water will not quench my thirst; give me
more!'

The Prince gave him a second bucketful. Koshchei drank it
up and asked for a third, and when he had swallowed the third
bucketful, he regained his former strength, gave his chains a shake,
and broke all twelve at once.

`Thanks, Prince Ivan!' cried Koshchei the Deathless, `now you
will sooner see your own ears than Marya Morevna!' and out of the
window he flew in the shape of a terrible whirlwind. And he came
up with the fair Princess Marya Morevna as she was going her
way, laid hold of her and carried her off home with him. But
Prince Ivan wept full sore, and he arrayed himself and set out a-
wandering, saying to himself, `Whatever happens, I will go and
look for Marya Morevna!'